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Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down,
Pistol-packinâ mama, lay that pistol down.
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down,
Pistol-packinâ mama, lay that pistol down.
I was drinkinâ beer in a cabaret, thought I was havinâ fun,
Till one night, she caught me right, and now Iâm on the run.
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down,
Pistol-packinâ mama, lay that pistol down.
She kicked out my windshield, she hit me on the head,
She cussed and cried and said Iâd lied, and wished that I was dead.
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down,
Pistol-packinâ mama, lay that pistol down.
I was raisinâ cane in a cabaret, dancinâ with a blonde,
Till one night she shot out the light, and Bang! that blonde was gone.
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down,
Pistol-packinâ mama, lay that pistol down.
Iâll see you every night babe, Iâll love you every day,
Iâll be your regâlar daddy, just put that gun away.
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down,
Pistol-packinâ mama, lay that pistol down.
Instrumental- (guitar, harmonica)
Well the moral of this story is, if you wanna have some fun,
Make sure your sweet mama, donât have a loaded gun.
Oh, lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down,
Pistol-packinâ mama, lay that pistol down.
Lay that pistol down, babe, lay that pistol down,
Pistol-packinâ mama, lay that pistol down .